Page 47 of Degrees of Power
“I did not. They’ll share it with us if they want us to know. I was just appreciative he was able to be there for her when we were halfway across the country,” he says.
“You’re right. It really doesn’t matter and I feel the same way. I was glad that he was with her last night in case something happened,” I say.
“We’ve been given the all clear so we can return upstairs. I didn’t want to wake you though,” he says, walking toward me, taking the coffee cup out of my hand and placing it on the ledge. “Come with me,” he says, leading me through the suite, into the hallway and up the elevator to our bedroom upstairs.
He closes the door behind him and pulls me into his arms. “I don’t know what to think when you just walk out of the room like that after I was honest with you and included you in the conversations,” he says, the magnetism of his deep green eyes capturing my own.
“I know, I’m so sorry, Chase. The emotions of the day and then hearing my dad, it was just a little more than I could take, but I shouldn’t have walked out.”
“I wish you had stayed, heard him out, then we could have talked about your feelings afterward,” he says.
“I know, but you need to know this has nothing to do with my trust in you,” I say, pulling him close, relishing in the fresh soap scent of his skin, pressing him closer, feeling his hardness press against me.
“I’m trying to believe that,” he says.
“I’m sure there’s some just punishment for this,” I say, looking up and into his eyes, watching the myriad of emotions play out.
“You need only ask once, Baby. Stay here,” he says, walking to the dresser and opening the longer drawer on the bottom. He pulls out a long rectangular black case and places it on the bed. “I think you wanted the pleasure of selecting the implement when it’s time. Well, it’s time,” he says to me.
My nipples tighten at his words and I moisten as he opens the box displaying a row of paddles laying single file, held by black loops across the top of the case. “Chase…”
“Undress for me, Katarina. I want you naked and vulnerable. Do it now,” he says.
I do as he asks, slowly lifting my top and pulling it over my head. I reach for the small gold nugget clasp and unlock it, pulling it aside to expose my bare breasts to him.
“Baby, you are so beautiful. Discard the rest,” he says and I slide my pants, along with the silky white panties I have on over my hips, stepping out of them to stand before him, completely nude except for my bracelet and necklace. He runs his finger along the line of my jaw, down my neck and across the tips of both nipples causing goose bumps to form all over my body.
“I love that you wear these without me asking you to,” he says, fingering the silver and diamond necklace and bangles.
“You can have me like this any time,” I say, panting.
“Tell me which turns you on, pick one out, Baby,” he says, standing behind me fully dressed while I eye the different paddles with awe. There are black rubber-looking paddles of different shapes and sizes, what appear to be riding crops with silver handles, small black rubber paddles and wooden ones of various shapes, sizes and lengths. I’ve seen one before. It is the one he used the first time, long and rectangular. He is still fully dressed and presses his hardness into me from behind.
“Pick one and then I will select the rest of the toys,” he says and my eyes travel to the bottom of the case where dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and a multitude of other toys lay.
I swallow as I feel the increased moistness between my legs. “What do you want, Baby? Would you like to feel the smarting sting of a slim paddle against your bare ass, or would you like to feel the crack of a wooden paddle, or maybe, you’d like to feel the flick of this crop as I paddle your pussy,” he says, running his finger along the silver rod with the little black rubber material attached.
My entire lower region tightens at the prospect. “You like this, Baby?” he whispers, nipping gently at my sensitive ear lobe.
“This is supposed to be your decision Baby, tell me,” he urges.
“I like that one,” I say, barely whispering.
“Excellent choice, this will make an extremely good punishment,” he says, taking the silver mast that holds a small, square, rubber-tipped paddle at its end, setting the case aside on the dresser, pulling the covers down and placing me face up on the king size bed.
“Hands over your head, Katarina,” he says, unlatching my bracelets, using them to secure both wrists above me and connecting them to the headboard.
“Spread your legs for me, Baby,” he says, taking my right foot and securing it with the bracelet to the right side of the bed before spreading my legs wider, taking the left foot and doing the same.
“Beautiful, Baby. While I might normally blindfold you, I want you to see what this paddle looks like in my hand and on your body,” he says, extending the rubber tip across my erect nipples. Let’s see, I think we need to decide exactly what you should expect for such impetuous behavior,” he says, running the square rubber black tip down my abdomen.
I can’t help the moan of excitement that escapes as it trails down my sensitive skin and he runs the tip over my mound.
“Patience and anticipation, Baby,” he says, trailing it slowly over my folds. “Have you ever thought about getting spanked here, Katarina?” Chase asks.
“Never, until I saw the paddle and you asked me,” I say.
“I like being the only one that has ever made you think of such things,” he says, running the tip over my sensitized clit.
